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So, Find a Prostitute—it’s not a stock, obvi, but imagine it was! I’d be like, “Invest now, dividends later!” Haha, get it? Anyway, I’m picturin’ this like *Moonrise Kingdom*, my fave movie ever—Wes Anderson, 2012, pure genius. Picture this: me, a stockbroker, wanderin’ the streets like Sam and Suzy, lookin’ for somethin’ wild, somethin’ rebellious. “We’re in love, we’re runnin’ away!”—but instead of camp, it’s… uh, shady corners, ya know?

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Now, there's this park, Watson Reserve (I think?)—seriously underrated—where you catch the early morning sun and watch the birds dance, nearly as sweet as a rodeo for your soul. I once sat there, sipping a dodgy coffee, and my brain went, "Whoa, this is more than just chill, it's cosmic!" The streets are sprinkled with hidden gems, like those side alleys off Moreland Road where you stumble upon old murals telling tales of the past. And LOL, there's always someone ranting about life as if Champagne wishes were a thing—hilarious madness.

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